Rare Flower Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I walk along the road of life
and pick and choose what's there
sometimes I gather blooms and ferns
some meant to keep, some share

Some seem so dear and near at first
but soon they lose their hold
some seem unworthy to be held
some others leave me cold

And then there is that single bloom
that many never find
the one much sought by wisest bards
through ages of mankind

That single orchid, though quite small
and often unobserved
is what I'm always searching for
though know I don't deserve

It's name is faith and grace and love
oft shadowed by strong vines
of glory, wealth and earthly charms
it humbly low reclines

Oh, may I spy that rarest plant
the one reserved for babes
the innocent close to the ground
who see things in the shade

I walk along the road of life
and pick and choose what's there
sometimes I gather blooms and ferns
some meant to keep, some share.